The Late Bloomer.

As my wedding date draws closer (how did it go from a year to 2 months left?), I’m beginning to feel the significance of this change in my life. And believe me, it’s not about a wedding. A wedding is just a great excuse to get our closest together for a party with 5-minute vows (at most!) thrown in.

It’s made me realise that I’m standing fairly alone in this life shift. My best friends and sister experienced all this more than 10 years ago. They all had weddings within three years of each other, their kids are the same age and through it all, I happily dated and had a great single life. They discussed bridesmaid dresses, wedding flowers, morning sickness, birthing scars, breast vs bottle feeding and now, they talk about exams and advanced school placement.

I always seem to have been one step ahead, behind, but rarely beside the people in my life. And now, I make wedding plans alone because nobody I know is in the same boat. But like I said, a wedding is just a day.

As a freelancer who works from home and prefers to keep the number of clients to a minimum, I will be finding myself with a vast amount of “downtime” once I get married and move in with my soon-to-be husband. The friends I had who were “housewives”, have now had their children, grown their children and are back to work, 10 years later. I’m also 39 years old, with what I suspect to be a fairly dusty uterus.

So where does this leave me at this stage, where I want to relax and enjoy taking care of my man and the marriage but not get unbelievably bored out of my mind?

Here are possible, mostly bad, ideas:

START A FOOD BLOG

Come on. Every chick does it. Plus I can actually cook and bake. Minus the complete saturation of the food blogging world, I essentially eat the same damn thing every day and frankly, that would not be the spice of life.

BUG THE HELL OUT OF MY MAN

When I met my betrothed, the market he works in was in a somewhat slump so he had a lot of time to chat and essentially woo me. Now, things have changed (good for him, I know) but this means that he actually works at work and the code for me to shut up is “I have some stuff to settle here…”. I do realise this tactic is not sustainable or attractive so I’ll find something else to do.

ACTUALLY GO BACK TO WORK

Hahaha, ok next.

PAINT

I actually used to love to paint – mostly abstract, emotive, monochromatic pieces and I’m going to be starting with a feature piece for the new apartment. There’s still only so many walls one can fit a canvas on – but it normally takes me a week or two to actually complete a piece.

FIND NEW FRIENDS

Yeah, this is going to be easy. Trying to make new friends past the age of 25 is a damn near impossibility unless there’s some kind of Craigslist group of almost-40 women about to get married. If anything, I’m dropping them like flies.